"Weaponmaster," Z murmured to himself. It is not uncommon for individuals to walk on different paths at the same time, but Z had never managed to stitch together that what he was doing was not unique up until now.
At his call, twelve mirrors appeared before each of his clones, creating twelve more clones that shared the same properties as him. All of them were under the influence of his second minor authority as well, making Hassan's life miserable.
(This Elf has more tricks up on his sleeves than I anticipated. How annoying.) Hassan complained to Z.
(Kill him already.)
(Do you think it is that easy? Tsk. Become a true Starbearer, then we will talk. Not even that, just be a Stelleking. Are you not ashamed that you have only accomplished this much?) Hassan hissed back.
